User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-25220117-20120327184842

@Blue ''Soon, they enter lush and peaceful woodland, dazzling green and rich brown creating the serene stew known as Spring. It seemed silent for a moment, before the smallest, slightest sound reached the rats' keen ears-The snap of an ancient twig, not far from the frontrunners of the Northern Horde. Lynch, having been nearest to the location of the sound, turned to shoot his cheiftain an inquiring look, clearly meaning: 'Shall I go look?' ''